Last call

The end

The end

There are things we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind.  But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world; it’s the beginning of a new life.

~ Unattributed

So.  This is it.  My last post here at Life in the Bogs.  From here on out, you will find me at Breezes at Dawn, my new blog home.  Please join me there so we can continue our adventures together.

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The Penultimate

Let's cross the bridge to the past.  (Somewhere in Pennsylvania, sometime in September of 2006.)

Let’s cross the bridge to the past. (Somewhere in Pennsylvania, sometime in September of 2006.)

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning.

~ Ivy Baker Priest

Back in September of 2006, in anticipation of a temporary move to West Chester, Pennsylvania, I started a little blog called Life in the Bogs.  It was not meant to be anything more than an online newsletter for family and friends so they could keep up with M and I as we went on our sabbatical adventures.  This was not my first experience with blogging.  I’ve been doing it in some form since 1999.  But Life in the Bogs was the first blog I created under my own name (rather than a pseudonym).

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In between

The tulips are coming up

The tulips are coming up

Beginnings are sudden, but also insidious.  They creep up on you sideways, they keep to the shadows, they lurk unrecognized.  Then, later, they spring.

~ Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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Balance

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Balanced between winter and spring. Frosty oak leaves.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes.  If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed.  Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.

~ Rumi, Essential Rumi

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Anahata

The elusive clover

The elusive clover

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca, Spanish Poet and Playright, 1600-1681

Shamrock (or Clover) is the Capture Your 365 prompt for today, but we were also given a little wiggle room with a second choice of Green.  I almost had to take it because finding a clover, any clover, was not easy.  This one was sticking its little head out of the water at the edge of the pond.  We had a lot of rain overnight and the pond level is above where it should be, the water spreading out on the lawn.  Not that it matters.  It’s all one big puddle out there today.

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At the water’s edge

On the edge of the pond

On the edge of the pond

Water does not resist.  Water flows.  When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.  Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you.  But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it.  Water is patient.  Dripping water wears away a stone.  Remember that, my child.  Remember you are half water.  If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it.  Water does.

~ Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad

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Monday morning walk

Icicles hanging from the barn roof

Icicles hanging from the barn roof

Let’s take a walk.  It’s cold, but sunny.  Bundle up and you’ll be fine.  And boots!  Don’t forget to wear boots.  This is the Bogs, after all.

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